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Слушать(AI)To the Man After the Harrow
Now leave the check-reins slack,
The seed is flying far today -The seed like stars against the
Eternity of April clay.
This seed is potent as the
Of knowledge in the Hebrew Book,
So drive your horses in the
Of God the Father as a stook.
Forget the men on Brady's Hill.
Forget what Brady's boy may say.
For destiny will not
Unless you let the harrow play.
Forget the worm's opinion
Of hooves and pointed harrow-pins,
For you are driving your horses
The mist where Genesis begins.
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh (21 October 1904 – 30 November 1967) was an Irish poet and novelist. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and th
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